Zhunti Comes East, Intensifying Hatred

In the Ancestral Witch Houtu's tribe.

Ever since Ancestral Witch Houtu merged her body into the "Six Paths of Reincarnation" and became Empress Pingxin, her tribe, after deliberation by the other eleven Ancestral Witches, temporarily placed this power under the jurisdiction of the thirteenth Ancestral Witch, Zhou Ji.

Thus, a period of tens of thousands of years of peace passed. After Zhou Ji stabilized his Ancestral Witch realm, only one Kalpa remained of the time Dao Ancestor Hongjun had set for the Witch and Demon races.

The atmosphere of the impending great war grew increasingly somber, and the Primordial Desolation became desolate.

Immortals of all paths had long since sealed their cave dwellings and were quietly chanting the Yellow Court. Even the Human Teachings, Jie Sect, Chan Sect, and Western Sect, all Saints had warned their disciples not to venture out lightly without good reason.

Even the Witch Clan and Demon Race had withdrawn their forces and ceased their attacks on the Human Race. With the storm about to break, all the experts of both races were practicing their formations, making final preparations.

"Alas! To think that our Witch Clan, believing we would surely win against the Demon Race with the 'Soul Gathering Banner' and the 'Twelve Heavenly Fiend God Formation.' Yet, the Demon Race has actually used the souls of the Human Race to strengthen the 'Star River Slaying Witch Blade' and the 'Witch Slaying Sword.' The situation is still not optimistic!"

As the outbreak of the great war drew nearer, the meetings held by the twelve Ancestral Witches in the "Ancestral Witch Hall" became more frequent.

While the Witch and Demon races were fully preparing for war and the great divine ability users of all factions had retreated into seclusion, in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the West, the two Saints of the Western Sect were impatiently preparing to tip the scales for both the Witch and Demon sides.

"Senior Brother, we cannot wait any longer. The Witches and Demons are, at most, a considerable threat, but Pingxin's appearance signifies that the Witch Clan has a fallback. Although Pingxin cannot leave the Six Paths of Reincarnation, who knows if there will be new changes after the immeasurable tribulation?"

Zhunti continued, "If the Witch Clan cannot be completely eradicated, it will greatly impact our future missionary work. We must employ some methods to make both races fight to mutual destruction, completely eliminating the influence of the Witch and Demon races on the Primordial Desolation."

After Zhunti finished speaking, Jieyin nodded.

Unlike the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, the Eastern Saints who lived in pure freedom, Jieyin and Zhunti were burdened with debts. They needed to enlighten the beings of the Primordial Desolation to have hope of repaying their karmic debts to the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, seeing Houtu transform into Pingxin and leave a sliver of hope for the Witch Clan in the Nine Nether Underworld naturally displeased the two great Saints. If, after the Witch-Demon War, the Witch Clan and Demon Race still had some great divine ability users remaining, with the strength of their Western Sect, what right would they have to preach?

Even Di Jun and Tai Yi were top-tier existences. If they truly seized an opportunity, they might not be unable to advance further. As long as they could sever the three corpses, even if they couldn't achieve enlightenment, they would be the strongest beneath the Saints. Such a threat was too great.

In the future, they naturally couldn't rely solely on the two of them to handle matters. If that were the case, where would the dignity of a Saint be?

"Junior Brother, let us proceed according to your plan. I will conceal the heavenly secrets for you," Jieyin sighed, waved his large sleeve, and the power of a Saint immediately concealed the heavenly secrets. Even for Saints, it would be impossible to deduce everything in a short period.

"Senior Brother, rest assured, I will go personally."

Zhunti rejoiced, his figure moved, and he had already left the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and entered the Primordial Desolation.

On "Yingzhou Immortal Island," there was the Solar Divine Tree, "Fusang." This tree reached the heavens, its leaves resembling mulberry, and it bore fruit.

The tree was over three thousand feet tall, its branches intertwined and leaning against each other. Endless flames blazed from the tree's body. At this moment, on the Fusang Divine Tree, ten Golden Crows were practicing their breathing exercises, absorbing the essence of the sun to refine the Solar True Fire within their bodies.

These ten Golden Crows were the ten princes of the Heavenly Court, born to Di Jun and Xihe. In this Fusang land near the Solar Star, it was the perfect place for them to cultivate "Solar True Fire." Although these ten Golden Crows had been born for a short time, they inherited the talent of their two great divine ability user parents. Currently, each of them was in the Golden Immortal realm, with some even possessing peak Golden Immortal cultivation.

The Primordial Desolation was dangerous. The entire "Yingzhou Immortal Island" had its heavenly secrets concealed by Di Jun, and a weakened version of the "Grand Formation of the Stars" was even set up. This place had become a contingency plan left by Di Jun, arranging for his descendants to cultivate here. Naturally, it was also a precaution in case the Demon Race was defeated, his descendants could still have a sliver of hope for survival.

However, despite Di Jun's careful calculations, he could not deceive the Saints. Saints like the Three Pure Ones would naturally not stoop to attacking juniors, as it would be beneath their dignity.

Nuwa, being a Saint of the Demon Race, would also not target Di Jun's ten children.

While the four Eastern Saints did not act, it did not mean no Saint would. One day, Zhunti descended from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and arrived at "Yingzhou Immortal Island" in the East Sea.

With the heavenly secrets concealed by him and Jieyin, two Saints, Di Jun and Xihe naturally could not sense the danger approaching their children.

Around "Yingzhou Immortal Island," Di Jun had stationed a part of the Heavenly Court's army. This army, with its formation, could not be breached by even a Quasi-Saint in a short time. Coupled with the weakened version of the "Grand Formation of the Stars," it was considered foolproof.

Unfortunately, Di Jun had calculated everything except for someone as shameless as Zhunti, who, despite his status as a Saint, would stoop to attacking mere Golden Immortals, doing such a dishonorable deed.

Looking at the Heavenly Court army camp before him, as well as the weakened version of the "Grand Formation of the Stars," Zhunti chuckled softly. His figure shifted, and he transformed into a burly man, his attire and appearance no different from that of the Witch Clan. Even the aura emanating from him was that of a Great Witch.

"Halt!"

Zhunti let out a soft cry, and the hundred thousand Heavenly Court troops stationed there immediately froze. The entire camp fell into deathly silence.

As for the formation on "Yingzhou Immortal Island," it naturally could not stop Zhunti's movement. After a brief contemplation, Zhunti quickly passed through the formation and entered Yingzhou Immortal Island.

Zhunti even had enough energy to spare to open a temporary passage, altering the connection between "Yingzhou Immortal Island" and the Primordial Desolation continent.

Upon entering "Yingzhou Immortal Island," he felt the dense innate spiritual energy, which made Zhunti somewhat envious. The prosperity of the East was incomparable to the West.

After flying for a while, Zhunti saw a towering giant tree, upon which ten Golden Crows were nesting, absorbing and expelling "Solar True Fire" to temper their magic power.

"Hahaha! Ten feathered beasts, just like Di Jun and Tai Yi! This Witch is just hungry. I'll capture you and kill you for meat!"

The ten Golden Crows only saw a blur before their eyes. Suddenly, a tall figure from the Witch Clan appeared. This Great Witch saw them and immediately launched an attack. With a spread of his five fingers, ten water dragons condensed in his palm, roaring and charging towards the ten Golden Crows.

"This is the Witch Clan? Damn it! All Witches deserve to die! Kill him!"

From childhood, their ears were filled with the wickedness of the Witch Clan, a natural animosity. Seeing a member of the Witch Clan intrude upon their territory and launch an attack, the ten Golden Crows were instantly enraged. They spread their wings and soared, their boundless fiery aura surging into the sky, sweeping towards the ten water dragons.